The thirsty earth soaks up the rain,
                   And drinks and gapes for drink again;
                   The plants suck in the earth, and are
                   With constant drinking fresh and fair.
                                                            Abraham Cowley

Today, we are thankful for rain. For rain that falls and soothes the earth and all our spirits. I don’t know if it is because I was raised in an agricultural family where rain meant more than puddles, or if all people feel this way about it. When the air has been too dry for too long, I begin to feel it in my spirit. It seems like life is slipping away from the earth.

And when the rains do come, we praise the God of Heaven who sends it, and we experience it.  It had been the kind of on again off again rain that lasts all day. So we went outside and let the mist dampen our hair.

We felt the concrete cool and moist under our barefeet. We left footprints in the garage. We smelled the life–the plants and animals and fungi that seem to rise from the dead after a good rain.

The only thing better would have been a deep soaking, pouring-all-day kind of rain. Then we would stay inside and have a party.